Waiting For Tomorrow Poem by Rani Turton

Waiting for tomorrow, wherever tomorrow will be
Looking for light's glimmer and no misery
Asking for nothing; prayers and answers will come
To my doorstep when I need to become
What I need to become.

Ego and destiny do not permit me
To become a being: to become while being
I am my body's home, I am alone
A shrine, a rhyme, a time.

I will wait for tomorrow, in silent patience,
Which has nothing of penitance; it comes
From being a being of irrelevance; pages
Will not be written on my life; if and now
I am worthy, I am bound to my society and family.

My children will thus speak of me, maybe.